by Julian Sturgis (1848 - 1904)
O my child love
Language: English
O my child love, my love of long ago, How great was life when thou and I were young ! The world was boundless, For we did not know; A life, a poem, For we had not sung. Now is the world grown small and we thereon Fill with mere care and toil each narrow day; Elves from the wood, Dreams from my heart are gone And heaven is bare, for God is far away. Canst thou not come and touch my hand again, And I look on thee with grave and inocent eyes ? Thy God has many angels; I would fain Woo for one hour One angel from the skies. O my child love, come back come back to me, And, laughing, lead me from the toil and din ! Lay on my heart those small hands tenderly And let the whole world in.
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Authorship:
- by Julian Sturgis (1848 - 1904), "Looking backwards" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918), "Looking backward", 1904-6, published 1907, from the collection English Lyrics, Eighth Set, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Fowler
This text was added to the website: 2008-06-09
Line count: 30
Word count: 146